A Drunken Meeting With a Dead Author

A Drunken Meeting With a Dead Author

Oh Douglas, why did you up and leave us? I had the occasion, albeit under the very heavy influence of a bottle or three of an extremely pleasant Shiraz, to stumble upon a rather tall gentleman with an odd outlook on life. Well, odd in the fact that he was rumoured to be dead, but we’ll come to that shortly. Although unsure at first, the presence of a towel slung casually over his left shoulder, a large open and half eaten packet of salted peanuts in his right hand and his asking if I had any beer gave me a clue. When I casually said, ‘Hey, you’re supposed to be

Take Away A Vampire by Derek Haines

Take Away A Vampire by Derek Haines

My Take Away Vampire – A Tasty Novella Although Agatha is over three hundred years old, it certainly doesn’t mean that she can’t adapt and fit into ugly post-industrial small town suburbia. Partial to the delights that an evening at McDonald’s often serve her, she waits at her favourite dimly lit corner table – for her kind of take away. Being your typical urban vampire, this means that her fare isn’t up in bright lights on the menu above the cashiers. However, she usually finds exactly what she is looking for. Her teenage beauty, long blonde hair and ice blue eyes are a temptation very few can resist. After a

Playing With Writing

Playing With Writing

Have fun with your words Writing always seems to be such a serious business. Novels, articles, technical documents, journalism plus one hundred other serious applications of this worthiest of arts. Being a pedantic member of the grammar police and spelling firing squad, I also take my métier very seriously. Paying strict attention to my use of each part of speech in its correct form and ensuring I keep my register under strict control. Well, except for today because today I feel like having complete and utter nonsensical fun with words. Ready? Well, ready or not, here we go! Maxwell Miser mixed metaphors most Monday mornings – mainly mundane – mostly mashed. Annie

Never Write When You’re Drunk

Never Write When You’re Drunk

Writing and drinking don’t mix well. Old King Cole was a merry old soul when I caught up with him after an afternoon in a cheap motel with Little Bo Peep minus her sheep. Although he had to rush back to his counting house quite quickly, he did have time to answer a few of my questions. Yes, he was indeed the king in ‘Sing a Song of Sixpence, but he preferred that it be kept quiet. I pressed him about Jenny Wren but he refused to comment and then angrily stormed off. It was a pity for him that he didn’t notice the commotion going on outside as when